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Polar the Lumoth

There is nothing quite as beautiful
As a frozen winter scene
At times with proper moisture
Hoarfrost crystals can be seen

It’s like climbing into another world
As thick ice forms on everything
Nothing else is quite the same
As what these crystals bring

Beauty beyond anything else
Forms on the world around
Gathering up and clustered
Just like a frozen shroud

There’s a stillness in the air
When Hoarfrost crystals form
The quiet world is engulfed
From this beautiful winter storm

So if you are so fortunate
To see the hoarfrost magic
Grab your camera and capture
Nature’s icy antics!

--- Hoarfrost Magic by Marilyn Lott

She once lived in a far away kingdom. Belonging to a special unit, she served her king and her country with every little inch of her sould. She was the one who would find the lost, no matter where they were. No ocean, no wall, no sky would prevent her from finding the ones who needed to be found. Every little child knew her name. Adults spoke with high respect about her.

Until the day came... it seemed like any other order she received.
They were searching for a child, the one being famous in the capital for his beautiful voice. They called him "voice of the heavens", and that's what he was. Without him, the city seemed dumb and grey. It seemed as if he took the happiness with him...
So they called after her, and asked her to find the Voice of the Heavens.

She went and searched for him, following every little clue she would find, using every piece of her mind, putting all of her devotion into this very case... because secretely, she always admired this voice and aimed for him to recognize her for what she was doing. If only you would sing one single song for me...

She followed the clues around the world, went to the North and back to the South. She asked everyone she would meet, tried to solve this puzzle that no one seemed to know about. On and on she searched, not even noticing the years that passed by.
Eventually, there would be a bird tweeting about how there was one young being, being admired by everyone for the songs he sang. That bird told her about a place far across the snowy desert in the very North of the world, where a village was blooming since this young being lived there.
And she knew that this was the Voice of the Heavens.

They warned her of the desert being dangerous, that no one ever managed to find their way out of it. But her heart still remembered that little wish from the very beginning: If only you would sing one single song for me... And her soul still wanted to be seen. So she headed to the snowy desert... and never arrived at her destination.

Rumors say it that she's still somewhere around that desert, searching the way to a place whose name she's already forgotten, admiring a voice she couldn't give a name to, still wishing that same wish.
If only you would sing one single song for me...